The had sex in a run-down motel;
It was sordid, all kiss and no tell:
They did things in that room
There was nobody whom
She could trust well enough to go tell.
Decline and fall
He could sense her resistance was crumbling;
Hands, trembling, with zippers were fumbling.
She groped for his prick;
Her vagina felt slick;
“Do it now! Do it hard!” she was mumbling.
Naive
When he kissed her, she didn’t object:
Being innocent, didn’t suspect
That he’d want to do more,
On the couch, and the floor,
Or its rather delightful effect!
Just a peck
It began with a kiss, just a peck,
But their urges were hard, then, to check.
In a trice, clothes were shed
And, entwined on the bed,
He was in it, right up to her neck!
A question of balance
She’d done things that she sort of regretted;
She went off her food and she fretted.
She loved him so much,
But did fucking and such
Make him love her, or only indebted?
A muddle
She had got herself into a muddle:
A kiss and an innocent cuddle,
A couple of wines,
And his well-practised lines
Served her mind only more to befuddle!
Winners and losers
There’s a bloke I know, whom it amuses,
By charm, or by various ruses,
To coax into bed
Girls I’d never have said
Were that type… only beautiful losers.
The morning after
It’s a life-changing day, when you waken,
To find your virginity taken:
You might shout “Yippee!”
And get up for a pee,
Or feel guilty, and sad and forsaken.
The gift
Her virginity’s each woman’s gift,
Given once, at which not to be sniffed,
And a chivalrous man
Should accept, if he can,
Lest she be understandably miffed.
Fashion flair
Her short skirt and her neckline were daring:
Men stared at the flesh she was baring.
Her big bosom jiggled,
Her bum swayed and wiggled,
The watching men’s nostrils were flaring.